throws
subtle light on misty trail, the maiden finds her way.
Over
rocks and ruts, and branches low, she dips and bends—
a
ribbon woven over the path tied to her lover’s heart.
She
has no fear; she feels him near—her breast a cadence beating.
Now
breathless in her joy she sees their hidden place of meeting.
A
shadow shifts and pulls her close. The air is passion-laden.
Cocooned
in reverent arms, he lays her upon the earth
Their
murmurs rise sewn into sounds the midnight
creatures make.
Bared
flesh becomes a ghostly glow upon a bed of moss—
side
by side and palm to palm, soft lips brush sweetly lips,
and
eyes to eyes like heaven’s stars that fall across the sky.
Small
minutes in small hours, emotions, secret, swell.
The
song thrush sings: Time is short and dawn will soon reveal
infinite
love branded bright as holy souls hold tight.
A
parting promise—this journey made—gone into the night.
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